orange hair, he cares
A carrot color fade against a soft pink shirt among neutral tone colored buildings in the 7th arronidisement of Paris was going to garner attention.
It got mine, but so did he. Deep French accent, agreeable smile and undeniable swag, he was the man who share,”I like to have my coffee, at home, in my room and on my bed.”
How can I not be endeared to a man who knows exactly how he wants his ritual. In French again please, as I marvel at how bright this being is among the touch of a classic pink pastel.